Magnus Hammersmith Novels & Stories

Magnus' POV The afternoon sun filtered through the thick branches of the old oak tree, casting dappled shadows over the courtyard. Magnus stood in its shade, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the distant horizon as a restless energy simmered beneath his calm exterior. The weight of expectations and half-truths pressed heavily on his shoulders. He had built this life purposefully, choosing Riana as his mate to strengthen the pack. Everything was supposed to be perfect, yet something gnawed at him—something intangible but insistent.

Elder Magnus pointed, his eyes watching the two representatives with disgust as he always did because he had always despised them. “And watch your tone Magnus or you’ll lose your tongue” Jamal said calmly, a perfect warning to a hypocrite like Magnus. “Now what is the issue you have summoned us for?” He asked calmly, his baritone losing its menace. “My son’s mating ceremony was infiltrated and we are beyond affirmative that it was the work of your kind” father said without a break in his face.

She stood naked in the center of the glass dome, her body illuminated by the ethereal northern lights above. Magnus entered silently — a 6’11” Black Icelandic special forces veteran with a body like forged obsidian. His dark skin contrasted sharply with the white surroundings as he locked the door behind him. Freya’s voice was low and hungry. “No mercy tonight. I want to be completely destroyed.”

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

"Where's your hacker friend? Too busy?" "I guess. D'you know someone near Rosenville?" "Minnesota? No," Magnus replied. "But I can make some calls." "Thanks." "Stop stalking her." ×

Recalling that year, it was clear that it was all a dark conspiracy that I did not want, but it ended up making me can not forget. In addition to being the CEO of Citus, Marcus Johansen, I am also the boss, the king of the underground world, Magnus. I used my Magnus identity to trade in the underground with deals that brought in billions of dollars a year. Illegal, yes. Dangerous, of course. Deadly, for sure. I'm used to this, dark, dirty, and dead. People trampling on each other for their own sake, cheating, killing each other, it's become the norm in the underground. Here, the strong are the winners.

Ming added and they all laughed. "How’s your husband? What does he do"? Steph asked him, wrapping his arms around his cute boyfriend. "Ohh. He is Jeremy Royce Prescott, a Heart specialist. He was my university mate and old friend. We got married just 4 months back". Magnus told him. Steph just looked at his watch and turned to Ming. "Baby I got to go. Will you wait for me or going home"? "If you don’t mind and Magnus has some time. Can we stay here"? Ming asked Magnus and he nodded thinking for a while. He had switched his phone off. And he still wasn’t calm enough to face Jer.

As Magnus screamed in panic, Austin swung him at the crowd trying to pounce on him, driving them away. "Now get down!" With a cold look on his face, Austin grabbed Magnus and slammed the latter onto the ground. Magnus' face immediately turned pale because of the immense pain. He let out a tragic shout. He was Reginald's cousin, and because of Reginald, he became the vice manager of Horizon Haven. He always showed off his strength and used his power to boss people around, but his fighting skills were nothing. Even Raquel could easily win against him, let alone Austin.

"Magnus." The name hung between us like poison. Magnus had been a dark wolf, a practitioner of blood magic who had tried to overthrow the old pack orders years ago. He had been killed, his cult scattered, his followers hunted down and dealt with. But cults had a way of surviving, of hiding in shadows until they felt safe enough to emerge. "Magnus is dead," Damon said firmly. "I saw his body myself." "But his followers aren't," I said. "What if some of them survived? What if they've been waiting, gathering strength, and now with Hope's power manifesting, they see an opportunity?"

Maximus Walter Skyler P.O.V In the middle of my drive, I heard Magnus' phone ring. He picked it up and answered it immediately. "I'm near there, let me just handle that thing," he said. He hung up the phone and looked at me. “I need to get there as soon as possible,” Magnus said. "What is the problem?" I asked as I speed up the car. “There was just a little bit of a problem with the company but I just fixed it,” he replied. I didn't intervene anymore because Magnus already knew what he was going to do. I entrusted it to him and I knew he would take care of it well. Skyler Distillery is so important to us and it’s the treasure that Dad left us.